Giselle's mind was all over the place on the morning of June the fourth; just one mwaka and six months to the siku since she had met Robert; the upendo of her life.
"Giselle! wewe look pretty!"
Giselle was pulled from her thoughts as she looked at Morgan. She smiled and then looked at her appearance in the mirror. The kanzu, gown she was dressed in was strapless, and as it went down to the waist, the skirt, upindo flowed out a bit. Made out of white satin, her wedding dress was one of the most beautiful creations she had ever laid eyes on.
Morgan had designed the gown. At krisimasi her father had aliyopewa her a sketch...
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